When shadows fall and strength feels small, When burdens rise and courage stalls, The path of weakness, worn and frail, Leads to a God whose power prevails.
For broken hearts and trembling hands Are met by grace that understands. Our empty cup, His love will fill, Our fainting steps, His sovereign will.
In weakness, pride is stripped away, And heaven’s strength comes forth to stay. The less of me, the more of Him, His power shines where mine grows dim.
So boast not in what you can do, But in the God who carries you. Our weakness opens wide the door— His strength is perfect, evermore.
2Co 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
For God’s Honor and Glory MarkWaldrop
Gunny Cakste KE8RTS “Our weakness is the pathway to God’s Strength”
